Write a poem

this sounds like a vampire weekend song

Duran Duran is my band
So don't defecate on my land
Or I may call Ayn Rand

Be proud of your ancestry lads
Or I will butt fuck your dads
And ask of you to call me Chads.

Sonora has lost a leg
While in Poland where he did beg
For the Woman named Meg

The son of a fampus landowner
Died while reading Absalom, Absalom!
He was the true spirit of a leader
Please, my good lad, don't touch my bum

I love you, you love me
We're a happy family
With a great big hug
And a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me too?

i dive
i swim
i see a dolphin
i fuck the dolphin

mermaid-erotica-user is that you?

Yellow red and blue pin-point photons
funnel through my irises and meld within my mind--

Jagged text and dull letters spelling
spilling spools of frayed threads spiral down a drain.

Dare I shrink and climb within these sewers?
Will I find my string should I get lost?

Instead I spew shit across my screen,
hitting post with a shit-eating grin.

a consummate coward and a life untoward
today spent cringing at tomorrow pity unearned I borrow
and cheat, as I cheat myself all things ignoble my wealth
hope ever haunts upon my heel but I barter I beg and I kneel
and with pathos give pause to heaven earth and its laws
and coming to forget cause...

I flee as I've always fled from the very surcease of my dread
and approach the only promise I can't but keep
but no I refuse, neither have I sowed, neither will I reap

wretched on and on I crawl while the world grows ever small
flames catch as come an end I must be caught
in their glow I see that have sought

and warm at last
I wonder upon what and why
what might've come to pass
if just once I did but try
and what contempt have even I
for mine own relief that at last one might die

Ape in a brick cage
pull on its arm
what does it say?
Ape, but he doesn't look it
bring him over
make him sip it
pull it down and rape
I hate this Ape

I wrote this for a self-described "Goddess" on a fetish website when I was 18. It led to me being dominated by her, so I suppose it served its purpose. No, she wasn't fat.

Deep, fierce eyes of dancing green,
Moss laced bough, a forest scene,
Ablaze with life yet still, serene,
Divine visage, a moonlit Queen.

Pale skin of bright moon light,
Illuminates the still dark night,
An ancient altar, flawless white,
Kneel in awe, Her tranquil might.

Raven hair, dark as a dream,
Flowing slow, an ebon stream,
A panthers coat, a subtle gleam,
Celestial being, She is supreme.

Scarlet lips, burning so bright,
A warriors paint, before a fight,
Before such power, flee, take flight,
A thousand slaves, Her true birthright.

Thirty men jumped into the shoal
And twenty brooked the Lord
Ten blew down by a whispering storm
And one rested on his sword.

Under the waterfall, I tell you
Sleeps the gnome whose strangest of wishes
Is for his memory to become tangled
To be not as a sawn cloth, but a ball of thread

So he can play throughout his days
Whistling the songs that mushrooms taught him
With all the days that came before
Creeping as slowly as snow falls

The gnome will sleep, I tell you, for many years to come
And yet for him, an instant
Time cristallized and drawn
Will promise long salvations
Will untangle the ball

I thoroughly enjoyed reading this for some inexplicable reason.

we cannot control ourselves
that is self evident
endowed by our creators
to regret words as we speak them
to later regret more
the eyes of someone whos hurt
being drained by a sinkhole
in the lakebed
I refuse to try and plug it
as Ill be swallowed whole

great posts. attaching a picture leaves such a strong sense of the idea. so comfy

no freedom in sight i'm actually tied
i'm actually tired but can escape in the night
living in the shadows but secretly shining bright
everything is wrong but eventually right

>don't write poems in the literature club
Shoki Doki

I like it, user.
quickanddirtytips.com/grammar-girl

I truly believe him a heathen,
Who dragged poems from intuition.
Such laughable laws
And most stringent structure,
Well, what does it add to the reading?

You should not be here
You have no business existing but somehow you do
The world had abandoned you
Like an ugly child she did not want you and yet you are here
Your scars have made you beautiful
For that alone, she wants you back

Help me write a poem

she says hello/she says hi/she says she tries/I don't think she lies/but/would it be to cruel/to find someone that does/would it be too mean/to give 'er a shove/am I allowed to unscrew my head/and take all your empty bottles/fill them with my love/I'll keep them safe/I keep them safe for you/but/for fuck sakes/stop dropping them please